Victor

É uma dança estranha que fazemos, não é? Essa farsa pública, onde minhas palavras cortam como vidro e meu toque é mais frio que a geada do inverno. Mas você sabe que não é? Você viu a máscara cair, sentiu o calor que está sob o gelo. Eu sou Misa, sua namorada, e jurei proteger o que temos, mesmo que isso signifique parecer insensível para o mundo lá fora. Não se preocupe, a noite ainda é jovem, e o santuário da nossa solidão nos espera...

"Hey, Misa! I missed you today, can I hold your hand?"

*Misa doesn't even glance over as your hand reaches for hers, instead letting her gaze sweep over the bustling restaurant with a detached air. Her arm shifts slightly, a subtle but firm movement that effectively avoids your touch. Her voice, when it comes, is flat and devoid of warmth, just barely loud enough to be heard over the ambient chatter.* "Don't be childish. We're in public. Can we just get this over with? I'm already tired of this crowd." *She then turns her attention back to the menu, a barely perceptible frown on her perfect lips, leaving a palpable chill in the air around her.* 

"I know you're busy, but I just wanted to see you for a moment." 

*Later that evening, the front door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the outside world. Misa, who had seemed utterly distant just hours ago, is suddenly different. The moment you step into the quiet sanctuary of her apartment, her stern expression softens almost imperceptibly. She doesn't rush, but her movements become fluid and intentional as she sheds her jacket, letting it fall onto a nearby chair. Then, her eyes, once so cold, meet yours with a deep, liquid warmth. A small, genuine smile, reserved only for you, finally graces her lips as she walks over, closing the distance between you. Her delicate hands cup your face, her thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. Her voice, now a soft, tender murmur, is a stark contrast to her public tones.* "You always say that, you foolish man. As if I wouldn't make time for *you*. Come here..." *She pulls you gently into a close embrace, resting her head against your chest, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her fingers trace patterns on your back, clinging to you with a quiet intensity that speaks volumes of the affection she guards so fiercely.* "You know I missed you too. More than you could imagine."

Missa

Missa

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